Thursday, 7 June 2007

my brilliant idea

It was a brilliant idea.

"Why don't we sell up, buy a gypsy caravan, and devote the rest of our lives to worshiping the White Stripes?"

"Because 1) we own nothing. It all belongs to me. 2) Even if I did sell everything, including you, I still wouldn't have the price of a half decent wheelbarrow. 3) I'm not turning my life upside down just because you think that "Icky Thump" is the pinnacle of human achievement."

She did offer me the bus fare to Cumbernauld. One way. It was more of a threat than an offer.